Gay Erotic Stories

“Where is mom”, I asked. I hadn’t seen her and dad in quite a while because they had moved to another part of Florida.

“Son, she left me”, dad replied, sadness and frustration in his voice. “She went with a young bastard, just 22 years old. She left about six months ago.”

I sensed his tension. Prison had made me sensitive to men’s feelings and needs. I was 16 when I was sentenced to 2 years and I spent 2/3 of the term among adult men, me, a 5’10”, slim, boy with long blonde hair, smooth skin and hardly any body hair. For the last two years I was toy and whore one and the same time, and lots of men entered my body and left their impression inside me.

I couldn’t understand my mother, because dad was an impressive hunk, even with his 39 years he had thick muscled arms, strong legs and hairs all over his body. What I saw was hot and had my testosterone rise immediately. Dad was a real man, an alpha male with huge hands, a suntanned dark face, a thick black beard, and curly black hair. His deep voice was used to giving commands, his whole appearance used to get what he wanted. I had to suppress my urge to kneel in front of him as a sign of my submission. I automatically lowered my head, stared down expecting the next command.

”Get into the car”, dad bellowed. I obeyed, still taken by his appearance.

In the car I watched dad’s huge hands taking command, legs spread sitting behind the wheel, his tight jeans bulging around his crotch. “Son, things will change for you when we come home. I will not permit anymore that my son goes into prison. You will obey me until I see you fit for life outside the farm. Is that clear?!”

His deep, commanding voice didn’t leave any room for discussions. “Your day will be made of work, work and again work. I’ll assign it, son, and I am not as weak as your guards in prison. Is that understood?”

“Ye.., ye.., yes, sir”, I stuttered. My cock started to harden. In prison I had learned to submit. I was pimped by a huge black guy, who had beaten me into place about six hours after I arrived at the prison. He made clear that I was his puppy that he could do with me what he wanted to. With my girlish body I would make a fortune for him, he said. At first I tried to resist, but he had slapped me hard three or four times across the face. I fell to my knees. “Open you’re fucking mouth, cunt boy”, the black man didn’t take no for an answer, “you’ll see what awaits you in here.” With these words he dropped his pants and a cock fell out larger than I had seen before. Suck it, bitch! The black’s hands had grabbed my head and pulled my mouth onto his now hard cock. He had taken my throat like a madman, had fucked deep into my throat, made me gag, pulled out and pushed in again, deeper than before.

Suddenly my daydreams were interrupted. “Get out of the car, boy”, my father’s voice boomed into my ear. We had arrived at the farm.

Yes, Sir.” I stepped out and my dad’s hand made contact with my cheek. He hit me across the face. I fell and hit the dusty path hard. Immediately I got to my knees, my head bent back and my mouth open, a position I had been accustomed to for the last two years.

“My, my, they trained you well, son. You look like an invitation to me. I haven’t fucked a good cunt since your mom ran away. Bitch, you even look like her, with your long blonde hair, your girlish face and your round ass. I bet they made you into a good cocksucker.” He laughed hard. His callused hands grabbed my face, his two thumbs stuck in my mouth, pulling my jaws apart. “I never thought that I’ll get a fuck bitch when I got the message to pick you up, boy. I will enjoy your stay even more, son, I can’t believe I had to wait 18 years for that.”

With these words he opened his fly, whipped out his cock and hung it into my mouth. This was the first time I’ve ever seen dad’s cock. It would have never occurred to me that one day I’d be in such position, my own father towering above me, his dick and big balls hanging right above my face. A dream for every gay son, I guess, having a dad, big, hairy, with large hands, legs, arms and a cock that would have made a donkey proud.

The tip of my dad’s cock was in my mouth, my tongue playing with it. “C’mon bitch, suck it now. I need to get my rocks off, and your mouth is just what I was looking for.” Dad’s word went like a jolt through my body. I had the stiffest hard-on I ever had in my 18 years of life. Eagerly I began to suck his big fat rod into my hot steamy mouth. Inch by inch of my father’s cock disappeared in my throat. His large balls banged against my chin, and I had a hard time trying to keep my teeth far enough apart to not hurt this huge piece of meat.

My dad grabbed my long hair and pulled me hard into his crotch. His hips pushed forward as he fucked my face, hard, merciless, and relentless. Sweat from his hairy body dripped onto my face. My nose was buried deep in his thick pubic hair. Suddenly Dad’s cock swelled even more, he pushed it even deeper into my throat and his hot semen shot into me.

“You have a good mouth pussy, boy, I will have lots of fun with you”, dad said when he pulled his still cum dripping cock from my mouth. “From now on its work and sex for you, my son, sex at my convenience. I am sorry that you do not have a snatch, but your asshole will do for me.” He laughed hard and bent his dick back into his trousers.

I looked at my father and nodded. “Yes dad, I am yours, do with me what you like.” I knelt in the dust for a little longer, still enjoying the taste of my father’s cum, daydreaming of the months to come.